Dragoncrest Cliffs We know the way

Arlo lingers back far enough that he doesn’t engage in the conversation between the mother and son and makes a point not to listen too much until he hears his name. His ears swivel forward and he points in her direction, offering a smile of reassurance as he’s invited along and engaged in the decision. With a glance to the northern side of the pack, he hums quietly to himself in consideration. “Some seagulls just outside the territory to the north, where the cliffs flatten out. The last time I was there, there were twice as many,” he explains. He’d not been much of a bird hunter, preferring the ground and water, but with the number of seagulls he’d seen, they’re bound to catch something.
 
“What do you think, Robin?” he asks toward the boy, hoping to keep him engaged as he had with Artaax not too long ago.